who're you calling scared? [open / moving into nursery]

[Johnnyflame]

MY WORLDS ON FIRE, HOW 'BOUT YOURS?
THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT AND I NEVER GET BORED."​

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Johnny had been spending more time in camp lately. While he still returned to his twoleg home every 3 or so days to let them know he was alive and well, most nights he spent his time curled up beside Silversmoke, softly purring in happiness as he drifted off to sleep beside his mate. Like everything else about his pregnancy, he’d been pushing things the most he could– trying to patrol and train his apprentice, and keep up with his usual routine as if he wasn’t carrying a bunch of extra weight in the form of several growing kits.

Crowding poor Silversmoke in their nest despite having technically grown ready for the nursery a little over a week ago.

He didn’t want to admit to himself that he was nervous, but as he finally made his way over to the nursery, there was no denying the nervous twitch of a bobbed tail, or the way his heart was beating faster in his chest. Johnny wanted to be a parent, and he was choosing to stay in camp because he didn’t want Silversmoke to miss out on anything with his kits– but it suddenly all felt so official. After this, he’d be a pregnant queen that was expected to take it easy and stay safely tucked away in camp.

It was such an easy thing to do when looking at it from the outside, but now…. Now it felt daunting in a way he hadn’t expected, leaving him with an anxious pit in his stomach. He loved his job as a warrior, and now he had to press pause and do… nothing? Prepare? But did he even know how to do those things?

Now’s no time to be second guessing yourself. he chided himself, steeling his nerves and making his way to the mouth of the nursery so he could peer inside. ”Uh- hello.” he greeted as he put his moss down, a bit awkwardly before clearing his throat and chasing away the uncertainty that lay in his voice, cracking a small smile as he stepped a little farther inside. ”Don’t suppose you have room for one more in here, do you?” he asked with a chuckle, bright eyes flitting around for a spot to put a nest of his own.

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[Chickbloom]

Though he would (thankfully) never be a queen, Chickbloom had been spending more time around the nursery thanks to Butterflytuft. The boy once believed being a queen was easy, needing to do nothing but lay about all day. In the few weeks he'd spent interacting with kits, though, the whelp was starting to believe it took more effort than being a warror.

Wrangling kits about, trying to keep them from hurting themselves…how could they pack so much energy into such tiny bodies? The warrior could barely keep up with them! Chickbloom briefly hoped his own children would be less chaotic, but for some reason the imagined future opened a pit in his stomach.

Thankfully, all anxieties were forgotten one Johnnyflame made his presence known. Chickbloom had been picking out needles in some of the empty nests, and folded ears quickly flicked up once dinnerplate eyes met the daylight warrior. "W-We might need to - y'know - expand the den at this rate…" he huffed before taking in the other's nervous stance, reading between lines that may not have been there before bowing his head. "T-That was a joke. Sorry, I'm s-sure there's room…"

Hovering nearby while Johnnyflame set down his moss, as if worried the other would go into labor at any moment, Chickbloom tried to make smalltalk. “S-So, have you…p-picked out any names?”​

 

[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] The rustling sound of pawsteps and noise of chatter that awoke the tom from his slumber, sleepy bi-colored eyes landing on the form of Johnnyflame whom seems to be moving in due to his round belly and Chickbloom was there as well, stricking a conversation with the new queen which perked the kit's curiosity and he was quick to slip onto his paws and make his way towards the two older cats with wide eyes.

"There'll be more...kits?" he asked softly, long tail swaying slightly before gaze flicked towards the other forms of kits in the nursery, the ones who were found just like he was to the ones born into the clan like Oddgleam's and Orangestar's kit, a frown slipping onto his lips, it would mean the nursery was going to get much louder and crowded, making him think that Whitekit's eagerness to leave the nursery undersfandable, and a sigh slipped from the boys maw before turning to look at the two older cats in await from their response unless another joined to confirm Fawnkit's question.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
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[Johnnyflame]

MY WORLDS ON FIRE, HOW 'BOUT YOURS?
THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT AND I NEVER GET BORED."​

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The sight of Chickbloom was enough to ease his nerves a bit, and he felt a bit of tension bleed from his shoulders as they tried joking with him to lighten the mood, something the bobtail appreciated even if his floppy-eared clanmates lacked the confidence for it to land quite fully.

”Can’t say I disagree with you. At this rate the clan will be more kits than warriors.” he mused back, sun-yellow eyes flitting toward the empty nests with a bit of relief in the knowledge that there was already space semi prepared– he wouldn’t be pushing anyone over to make room for himself. Though, Fawnkits almost forlorn expression as he asked about more kits left Johnny feeling sympathetic for them.

"Aye, I'm afraid so. But your a quick growing lad, aye? In another two moons or so you'll have a whole new den to explore-- one that's a tad bit roomier than this one." not to mention the perks of being able to leave camp and train. For kits, the camp and nursery were their whole world, but soon Fawnkit and the others would get to venture back out into the real thing as apprentices.

”I guess I’ll just add my moss to one of these then? Freshen it up a bit, though it looks like you’ve been doing a stand-up job at keeping things nice in here.” He flashed the other a knowing look as he made his way over to one of the empty nests, dropping his own materials into it and shaping it to his liking as he kneaded the new with the old.

He wasn’t all the surprised that Chickbloom was here, to be honest. The nursery was essentially Butterflytufts home, and so it made sense that the cat who fancied her would busy himself with keeping her domain well kept and her followers (the kits) well cared for.

”A few, yeah. It’s hard to know what’s gonna fit before we’ve properly met them, though. Makes it a bit hard to set anything in stone.” he admitted with a chuckle.

”Are you excited to meet Silversmokes kits? I know they’ll be just as fond of you as he is. Maybe you’ll end up mentoring one?”

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[Chickbloom]

Amber eyes winced a little at Fawnkit’s question, painfully aware that now wasn’t the best time to be swelling Skyclan’s ranks. Still, what were they to do? There was practically nothing that would make the warrior question his loyalty, but turning away cast-off kits…that could certainly do it.

Folded ears shook for a moment, Chickbloom reminding himself that the kit’s concerns weren’t anywhere near that serious. Crouching down, the coward tried to adopt Butterflytuft’s mannerisms in his response. “W-Well think of it t-this way: it’s getting pretty cold out, so - so with so m-many cats, the n-nursery will be nice and - and toasty.”

The Scottish Fold cast a sidelong glance at Johnnyflame as he stood back up, grateful for the new queen’s confidence. Yolk-splashed cheeks turned crimson as Chickbloom quickly averted his gaze, though, not sure how to respond to the romantic implications except with a nervous chuckle. “Ah, y’know - I - I l-like keeping things c-clean. K-Kits are the future, and…” The tomcat trailed off, not quite sure why he was creating a cover story when Johnnyflame knew the truth (unless Fawnkit was a master of social intuition).

He was grateful when the subject changed, coming out of his shell a little at the other’s question. “It’s - It’s kinda weird to think about” Chickbloom admitted, rubbing a paw against the ground. “S-Silversmoke is - y’know - so serious…It’s s-strange to think of him as a dad.” He and Johnnyflame knew better than most how soft-hearted the warrior had become in recent moons, but he still couldn’t imagine the other as a cuddler. “B-But yeah! You two are great, so I bet your k-kits will be great, too.” Maybe Chickbloom was worried they’d be too great, at least for him to handle.

“Oh - Oh n-no, I’m too - I’m s-sure there are better mentors out there, y’know?” Even as the spineless whelp spoke, though, his tail fluffed up a little in excitement. “We - We’ll see” Chickbloom laughed eventually, wondering what he’d be like so far in the future.​